The next day, Xia Weiyi went downstairs for breakfast and learned that Si Juan had left.
She had already sat down and immediately decided to pick up her tray and go upstairs.
I bumped into Si Mumu head-on.
Si Mumu sneered at her and walked happily towards the restaurant.
When she learned that Si Juan had left early in the morning, her face fell: "Brother, why did you leave so early and not even have breakfast with me?"
Mrs. Si advised: "The company is too busy, your brother went to take care of work, and before leaving, he told mom that you can visit him at the company when you have time."
"Really? Can I go to the company to see my brother?"
"It's okay to go once in a while."
Xia Weiyi walked to the second floor holding the food tray tightly. Si Mumu could go to the company to see him, so she should be able to go too, right?
She also calls him brother!
After being admitted to the Fashion Design Department of God Capital University, Xia Weiyi began to study art. She had a talent for drawing since she was a child, a talent she inherited from her mother.
It is said that my mother used to be very good at painting, but later on, she stopped painting and never painted again.
Since her previous life, Xia Weiyi had always wanted to know why her mother, a favored daughter of heaven, suffered from depression and eventually died of depression.
Also, who is her father?
In this life, she will find out.
Xia Weiyi carried her drawing board and went out, got into the Si family's private car, and rushed to the studio.
Uncle Si found the most prestigious master in the country to teach her how to paint.
In her previous life, she was a bad person, which made the master unhappy and he drove her away.
In this life, she will study hard.
Teacher Duan Yi is good at Chinese painting, watercolor, and oil painting. He has collaborated with many international clothing brands to produce many clothes.
He is a very powerful figure.
Arriving at the private studio, Xia Weiyi met Duan Yi.
He was still as rebellious as ever, with silver hair and his age was hard to tell. In fact, he was only a few years older than Uncle Si, but he looked much more mature than Uncle Si.
"Are you the daughter of Si Han's old lover?"
In her previous life, Xia Weiyi rushed out of the door in anger when she heard this.
This time, she just smiled and shook her head: "Teacher, my mother is Uncle Si's friend. My name is Xia Weiyi, and my mother's name is Xia Sheng."
When he heard Xia Sheng's name, Duan Yi's expression relaxed. He had heard of Xia Sheng's name in the circle.
Everyone said she was a talented painter. She grew up abroad and lived in a luxury villa in the Louvre in France. She was surrounded by the best painters in the world. She held an exhibition in France at the age of fourteen, attracting millions of people to watch.
But later, she returned to China, stopped painting, fell ill, and eventually died young.
"I've seen your mother's paintings, they're very spiritual, what about you?"
Duan Yi stared at her coldly: "I won't teach a loser, even if Si Han vouches for you."
"I know, and I want the teacher to see my ability."
Xia Weiyi unfolded the drawing board and pulled out his own paintings, which were drawn when he was accompanying his mother in the mental hospital. Most of his paintings were torn up by his mother after they were seen, so it was rare that he kept this one.
Duan Yi casually pulled out a portrait painting. It showed a slender woman sitting on a chair, facing the shaded trees outside the window. She smoked with an indifferent expression. Circles of smoke lingered around the woman, wrapping her in a cocoon like fog.
He writes with great force, and every sketch looks like it was carved with a knife.
There are no techniques involved, only emotion.
Duan Yi was shocked. What is talent?
What is spiritual energy?
This is vividly reflected in this quick sketch.
"Just barely okay, you need to work on your skills."
"I hope the teacher can teach me, and I will study hard."
Xia Weiyi's sincere attitude touched Duan Yi's ears, which benefited him greatly.
Duan Yi still had a casual attitude, looking disapproving of her. "I can teach you, but it depends on how much you can learn."
"I would be happy if I could learn eve 80% of my teacher's ability."
Duan Yi was inevitably happy to be praised by a talented young painter. He pointed to the items in the corner and asked her to choose one to copy.
Xia Weiyi immediately picked out a vase, moved the easel, found a place to sit down, and began to copy carefully.
Time passes by unknowingly.
She was immersed in it, not eating or drinking, her fingers holding the paintbrush flying non-stop. She painted very quickly, as if she didn't need to think, but every stroke gave people the feeling of thinking for a long time. This might be the legendary brush feeling.
Duan Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, thinking that he had studied painting for forty years before becoming the so-called master he is today.
As for the girl in front of me, if she keeps painting for a few years, she will become famous all over the world in no time.
"Do you want to starve to death and rely on me?"
Xia Weiyi's thoughts were pulled bac↑ reality. He stopped writing and instantly dry mouth and hungry chest sticking to his back.
She requested: "Teacher, can you give me something to eat and drink?"
The strange old man refused coldly:
"No."
Xia Weiyi had no choice but to pack up his easel and said weakly: "Teacher, I will come back to paint tomorrow."
"Bring some food and drinks tomorrow, don't ask me for anything."
Xia Weiyi agreed obediently, "Okay, teacher."
She walked out of the studio, stood in the sunset, paused for a long time, took out her cell phone and called someone.
Someone answered quickly.
"Brother Ju'an, I just came out of the studio and haven't eaten all day. Can you treat me to a meal?"
The girl's voice came from the phone, weak as a thread.
Si Ju'an pursed his lips, his eyes fixe on the huge conference room, which was packed with people. These people had been in meetings with him for the entire day, and apart from drinking some water, they hadn't eaten anything. He too had been relying on black coffee to stay alive.
He said to the girl, "Wait for me at the Tianyue Hotel near the company."
Xia Weiyi wanted to ask, why can't I go to your company and wait for you? But she swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue and could only say "OK".She hung up the phone, stopped by a convenience store, bought a bag of candy, put one in her mouth, and took the subway to Tianyue Hotel.
The white peach candy spread in her mouth. If she kissed someone at this moment, the kiss would probably taste like peach, sour and sweet, fresh and green, penetrating into her lungs and heart.
Arriving at the first floor of Tianyue Hotel, Xia Weiyi chose to sit near the window and look at the towering building of Si Group. His office was on the top floor, overlooking the entire city. He was a cold and ruthless ruler, and he was also an extremely lonely person.
The waiting process is both heart-wrenching and sweet.
She clenched her hands and stared out the window, wanting to see him first.
Is he wearing a white shirt or a black shirt? Is he wearing glasses or taking them off?
Countless fantasies about him have arisen.
I love waiting for him.
She thought, she could wait for him like this for the rest of her life.
Xia Weiyi finally spotted Si Juan. He was alone, wearing a black shirt. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he walked, revealing his fair neck. His shirt was loose and lazy. His long legs were wrapped in black suit pants, straight and slender. He had a black belt around his waist without any logo, revealing his good taste.
The black shirt is tucked into the trousers, with a wide back and narrow waist, giving off a cool and lustful vibe.
He has a handsome face, expressionless, even a little indifferent, with his thin lips slightly pursed, and a superior attitude.
He is a noble man and should not be approached easily.
Xia Weiyi felt faintly excited to be able to get close to him.
Following his steps, her eyes converged at the corner, then raised again to see that he had already pushed open the hotel door and walked in